A Freudian, intensified take on Henry James’ The Turn of the Screw—adapted with the help of Truman Capote—Jack Clayton’s The Innocents is a genuinely terrifying meditation on repressed sexuality and the inevitability of children’s loss of innocence. Directed with elegance, nuance (rare for a film in the “evil child” canon), and a remarkable handle of atmosphere, mood, and setting, The Innocents carries the torch of James’s trademark evocative (and sometimes terror-inducing) ambiguity—so far, in fact, that the final scene resulted in an X-rating upon release in 1961.